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prometheuspup:

pupjolt:

*snifffffffffff*

That’s all I want in my dog bowl *slurrrppp*

“No, no, Mocha. You are going to spill it.” Sam said this because this happened before. Mocha forgot how big the snout was on this mask, got his big nose too close to the cup, and knocked it over in a vigorous attempt to smell it. Cleaning up steaming hot coffee is never fun, and neither is the lingering scent of stale coffee and old milk. Sam took his cup and walked over to the sofa. His boy trailed behind him.
“No, Mocha, coffee is not good for puppies. We all know that you can’t have dairy, and we all know that you like how it smells, but you don’t like how it tastes black.”
Mocha sat at his Master’s feet and whined. That part was correct at least. Mocha did not like the taste of coffee, but the smell! The smell was heavenly.
Sam drank his drink, and tried to ignore his pup as he listened to the BBC on the TV. It was impossible. Mocha would not be quiet. This had been going on since Sam finally let his boy stay overnight and pup out, but the bad behavior lingered.

A commercial came on for Starbucks. Sam got an idea. He got up – and told Mocha to stay – and went to the kitchen. Sam came back holding something behind his back. Mocha was very interested.
“Roo roo!”
“Sit,” Sam instructed.
Mocha sat.
“Good boy.” Sam walked to Mocha’s pup bed and placed in it the bag of coffee beans – stapled shut to be pup proof. Mocha galloped over, and dove face first into his bed. Sam laughed at his pup’s silly behavior. Mocha smushed his nose against the beans and rubbed his face on it like a cat with catnip. Mocha was making all sorts of happy vocalization too. “There, now. That’s a happy pup.”
Sam stepped over his boy and went back to his seat, and drank his coffee in peace.

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maturedadsandmen:

a4f101:

Serious DILFage

Richard Prescott stood naked in the gym locker room running his hands over his flat stomach and looking down at his body.  It was hard to believe it had been two years since he started getting himself back into shape.  He’d definitely come a long way.

Two years ago, he was in a really bad, dark place in his life.  Both of his parents had passed away within months of each other the year before.  He’d been passed-over for a promotion at work for someone who he felt was much less qualified.  And perhaps most significantly, Richard’s marriage was in real trouble.  He and Jenn had been drifting apart for years.  Lingering resentments over the fact that they’d never had children had been ripping at the seams of their marriage for years.  Something else was driving a wedge in their marriage, but it was something that Richard was unwilling to face or even acknowledge at the time.

The truth was, they should’ve divorced a long time ago.  When we’re going through a rough time and in the throes of depression, it’s funny what sort of straws we’ll grab at to fix what’s wrong.  He’d just lost his parents.  He had no kids to give him the unconditional love that was supposed to come from fathering children.  And he felt his career trajectory had just taken a nosedive into the toilet.  He couldn’t stand to have his marriage to Jenn fall apart, too.

Richard decided to join one of the gyms near his house in the hopes that getting his lazy, overweight ass into shape might fix what was wrong in his marriage.  He’d played sports in high school and, in his twenties had been in a pick-up basketball league, as well as played in a softball league, so he still had a muscular frame to work with.  He just needed to do away with the pouch that his stomach had become and tone-up some of the muscles that had started to turn into flab.

For a year, he went to the gym four days a week for half an hour to forty-five minutes a day and spent time walking or jogging when he wasn’t at the gym.  He was starting to see results and actually feel better about himself.  Unfortunately, the one person he was trying to impress with this whole fitness kick didn’t seem to notice anything was changing.  In fact, if it was even possible, things with Jenn were even worse than they had been a year ago.  In fact, Richard found himself going to the gym later in the evenings and staying longer just to avoid the tension of being at home.

That was when that “something else” that was driving a wedge in his marriage…that thing Richard had spent a long time shoving down and denying began to push its way back to the surface.  One night, shortly before closing, Richard was in the shower after a particularly grueling workout he’d just put himself through when another guy came in.  It was Greg. 
In his early 50s and maybe a little less than ten years older than Richard, Greg was one of the three or four guys at the gym

Richard had struck up a close acquaintance with.  He wouldn’t say he and Greg were gym buddies, but they’d become friendly.  In fact, it was Greg who had first noticed the progress Richard had made in the year that he’d been coming to the gym.  It felt good to finally have someone acknowledge that all the hard work Richard had been putting in was finally starting to pay off.

“Hey, bud!”  Greg’s voice caused Richard to turn and acknowledge the man.  Richard was usually very self-conscious about not looking at other guys in the locker room….except for the occasional furtive glances.

“Hey, Greg…”

“Gettin’ ready to head home?”

“Yep!”  Richard laughed to himself at the awkward small-talk.

“Hey, that was a great workout routine you were doing tonight.  I noticed you really pushing yourself, Ricky!  I’m proud of ya, bud!”  Richard didn’t usually like being called by any of the nickname versions of his name.  But he didn’t mind letting Greg get away with it.

Richard turned to Greg again and smiled.  “Thanks!”  Quickly, he turned back to focus his attention on lathering his body up with soap.  However, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Greg still looking at him.  He turned back to look at Greg, thinking Greg would turn away.  Instead, he kept on looking at Richard and smiled at him.  Turning away from Greg again, Richard began to feel uncomfortable, but not for the reason you might think.  He found himself liking that Greg was looking at his body and obviously liking what he saw.  What made him feel uncomfortable is that he liked the attention he was getting from Greg.  He’d spent a long time and put a lot of effort into being what everyone in his life had expected him to be.  This warm and fuzzy feeling that was tingling all over his body because of Greg was not something Richard wanted to feel.

Right at about that time, Richard had reached behind him to try his best to lather-up his back.  That was when things took a surprising turn.  Only 10 seconds went by when Greg stepped over, out from under his own shower and joined Richard.  “Here, buddy.  Let me help you with that.”  The next thing Richard knew, Greg’s hands were on his back, rubbing soap into it.

“Uh….thanks…” was all Richard could find to say.

As Greg continued to soap up Richard’s back, he stepped in closer.  When he felt something firm poke against his thigh, he wanted to jump out of his skin.  In any other situation, Richard might have turned around and put a stop to this.  But he didn’t really have any room to object to what was happening.  After all, his own cock was starting to rise just from having Greg touch his back alone.  By now, Greg was standing so close, he practically had his chest and stomach pressed against Richard’s back.  He was plainly able to see that Richard was hard.  Not even bothering to ask permission, Greg reached around and started soaping up Richard’s hairy chest.  “Looks like your chest is still dirty, man.  Let me take care of that for you,” he whispered into Richard’s ear.

This was getting outta control and it had definitely gone too far.  But Richard couldn’t muster up the forcefulness to put a stop to it…not with Greg’s hands working their magic on him, running his hands over his pecs and his wet chest hair, roving over his erect nipples.  Greg whispered in his ear again.  “I’d ask if you were enjoying this, but I think this speaks for itself.”  To emphasize his point, one of Greg’s hands drifted downward and wrapped around his cock.  When he felt Greg’s hand touch him there, his body spasmed and his pelvis thrust forward, trying to shove more of his cock into Greg’s grasp.  Chuckling into Richard’s ear, Greg spoke sensually, “Yeah.  I think you definitely like this.”

Finally, for the first time in minutes, you were able to speak.  “It’s been a long time since anyone but me’s touched that, buddy.”

Greg’s soapy hands were working wonders on Richard.  It was an amazing feeling.  In that moment, Richard began to wonder why he’d ever felt like he needed to give up this side of himself.  Movement against his body brought hm out of his thoughts.  Greg must’ve been thrusting his own body back and forth behind Richard’s body as he was stroking Richard, because Richard became aware of Greg’s hard cock rubbing back and forth across his thigh.  Without hesitation, Richard reached beside himself and began stroking Greg…met with a moan into his ear.

It was a highly erotic scene inside the gym shower, Greg’s arms wrapped around Richard with Richard practically leaning on Greg for support…the men jacking each other off.  Richard could’ve gone on like this forever.  It had been a long time since he’d ever felt like this.  But then suddenly, everything stopped.  Greg took his hand off of Richard’s cock and let him go, pulling himself away from Richard’s grasp on his own cock.  Richard was about to question what was happening when Greg spun him around and pushed him against the shower wall.  Before he knew it, Greg was on his knees and Richard was looking down into Greg’s eyes as Greg shoved Richard’s steel-hard cock into his mouth.

He only lasted a few short minutes before Richard spilled his load down Greg’s throat.  After it was all over and the two men were both in a standing position, Richard couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face.  “Thanks, man.  I didn’t know how much I needed that…”

“No problem, Ricky.  Been wanting to do that for a while.”  Greg leaned in and surprised Richard with a quick, but sensual kiss.  “I’m glad you liked it.”  Then, Greg looked down to see not only his own hard cock, but to see that Richard’s hadn’t gone down.  “Why don’t you come back to my place?  We can go for Round 2!”

“I really should get home.  Jenn will wonder…”

“Screw, Jenn!  From what you’ve mentioned to me before, she’s not going to notice you’re not home.”  With that, he reached out and began stroking Richard’s cock again.  “Come on, Ricky.  You know you wanna come….to my house, that is.”

And that was how the real next chapter of Richard’s life started.  He DID go back to Greg’s house that night and they sucked each other off.  Things continued on for the next several months.  Richard continued his routine of going to the gym several days a week to work out.  Greg even introduced him to a few other guys in the gym who liked to have a little extra curricular fun.  However, he and Greg still got together regularly.  Richard began to realize that this was a part of his life he’d really needed and he felt foolish for trying to ignore it for so many years.

About six months ago, things with Jenn finally ended.  Richard finally summoned the courage to sit down with her and talk about what had happened to their marriage and where they were both going.  It was then that they decided to go their separate ways.

In fact, as he stood in the gym locker room today, their divorce had been finalized just last week.  Yes, Richard Prescott had made a lot of changes and a lot of progress in the past two years.  He couldn’t help but smile as his gaze drifted up from his body to Greg, walking toward him, his cock swaying back and forth as he walked.  “Ready to go, Ricky?  We’re supposed to meet Steven and Larry for drinks.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Richard sighed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing  Steven and Larry are cool.  But Larry’s always so handsy with me.”

Greg laughed.  “That’s because he desperately wants in your pants, Ricky!”  Greg reached over, placing one hand on Richard’s ass and the other cupping his cock and balls.  “He doesn’t know that these are mine, though.”

Richard playfully smacked Greg on the chest.  “Yeah, right, Mr. ‘I fucked four different guys in the span of three days’.   You don’t get to own all this!”

“But admit it, Ricky.  Of all the guys you fool around with, none of them make you feel the way, I do!”

Smirking at Greg, Richard – now dressed – grabbed his gym back and turned to head out of the locker room.  “Let’s just go, ya hornball!”  Greg was right.  None of the other guys made him feel the way Greg did.  He wasn’t sure where this thing with Greg – or any of the other guys he got together with from time to time, for that matter – was going.  He was just happy living in the moment and finally enjoying the freedom that he’d found over the past couple years.  He wasn’t sure if he’d end up with Greg, but he’d never be able to forget or thank him enough for helping him to realize exactly what part of his life was missing and helping him to find his happy again.

Long, hot story I thought my readers would like.

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Stephen opened the bathroom, blinked, and sighed. “Seriously?” he whispered, with a private groan. He had heard of this bathroom before, but forgot it was in this gay restaurant/bar. Why did he have to get up to pee in the middle of brunch with his boyfriend and their friends and not waited until they got home? Damn those free refills on iced tea.

A man walked in behind him, paused, and went to the stall marked L. Stephen sighed to himself and put his hand over his chastity cage on his pants. He sighed for a third time, and walked over to the S. Turning away slightly, Stephen unzipped, extracted himself, and began to relieve himself. As he was doing that, the man at L zipped up and left. Someone else came in and walked up to M. Unable to resist, the man at M peered over and chuckled. “You’re at the wrong stall, boy. You should be over one more.”
Stephen flushed, finished, and quickly zipped up. “I’m only here cause I’m supposed to be at L.”
The man laughed. “The idea of you being bigger than me is funny. Feisty though. I like it. I bet your man has his hands full with you.”
“Well, it’s his fault I keep him so busy,” Stephen harrumphed, walking to the sink, the man at M still chuckling behind him.

Another guy walked in and went to XL. Stephen dried his hands and kept his eyes forward. Then, he heard the new guy say to the guy at M. “Heh, you’re at the wrong stall, buddy.”
Stephen smothered his laughter in his sleeve as he left. At least, in reality, he was still an L.

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“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Why are you looking at me that way?” Will asked.
“What way?”  Dylan answered.
“Like you’re in love or something.”
“Maybe I am. It’s just so wonderful to be in the company of a top who can really take care of my needs.”
“What?” Will grunted. “It’s just sex.”
“Maybe
for you. For a bottom, there’s a real difference between getting your
hole pounded by some grunting jock bro until it’s numb, or having some
top take you on a really nice ride. One that’s cleansing, and fun, and
relaxing. One that gives you a real deep afterglow.”

“…I have no idea what you’re talking about. Bottoms are so weird.”
“We’re not weird. We’re emotive,” Dylan insisted. “Can I kiss you? I want to kiss you.”
“Oh uh sure.”

Eventually, Dylan became frustrated with his boyfriend’s inability to be intimate or share his enthusiasm for cuddles. They drifted apart. Will began dating this cold accountant named Caine and they seemed perfect for each-other. Dylan kept looking. He met fun boys who sadly didn’t share Dylan’s enthusiasm for anal, and men who loved to fuck a tight ass but had terrible personalities or habits.

Two years passed before a man, who came into the bathroom to fix his hair, ended up saving Dylan from being raped by a drunkard who had followed Dylan off the dancefloor. Dylan was not expecting to be wooed by a man who broke another man’s nose, but he was instantly smitten when the drunkard dropped like a sack of potatoes. Dylan only feel deeper for John when he invited Dylan over so he wouldn’t be alone that night.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Dylan eventually asked as they cuddled in the dark. He had to ask. This guy was too perfect to not be flawed, and Dylan felt he owed John for the rescue. He could still feel that drunkard’s hands on his waist. John kissed his head. “I’m growing fond of your butt pressed against me, sure. But if you want that to happen, it’ll happen another time. You’ve had a long night. I’m not going to take advantage of your vulnerability now.”

Dylan was too shocked to say anything. He knew right there and then that he was going to marry John. And two years later, he did.

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the-furry-bin:

Naked in nature

Buck took a perch on the mossy ledge and dangled his feet over the ledge to watch his boy. Every since he spotted the image online, his pup had been begging to go on this camping trip in the woods. Buck couldn’t blame him for wanting – a gay friendly nudity encouraged campground in the beautiful wilderness of British Colombia was the perfect weekend escape from bustling life in Seattle.

His pup Sharky was a water-loving dog, but their backyard wasn’t big enough for a pool. The novelty of a swimming hole was too tempting. Sharky had barely slept last night, so excited by getting camp set up and preparing for the hike the next day.

So why wasn’t he getting in the water? Buck furrowed his brow. At first, he thought Sharky was going to jump in, but then he crouched down and moved away. He stepped around the water, moving a bit like a crab, making concerned ‘rooo’ noises under his mask. 

“What? What is it boy? What’s wrong?”

Sharky pawed at the water, seemingly wanting to get in, but somehow not able to. “Rooo~,” he complained, seemingly distressed.
Buck laughed at his pup’s dramatic behavior. “Honey what’s wrong? It’s not too deep.” He stood up and walked over to where Sharky was crouched, careful not to slip on the slick rocks as water rushed over his ankles. “Well it’s not that cold. Feels pretty good, actually, considering I’m sweating buckets from the hike. Why don’t you want to go in? You begged me to come out -”

Sharky began barking loudly, staring intently at something in the water.
“Good lord what is it?” Buck said, exasperated. He stared at the water, and then he saw motion. “…Sharky, are you scared of the fish??”
Sharky howled at them and pawed at the water, splashing it everywhere.

Buck clutched his belly and laughed. “You big scardey pup! You’re afraid of a few little fishies? Spent too much time in the city did you?” he slapped his knee.
Sharky did not look amused and grumped, sitting with his haunches down by the lip of the pool.
“Well don’t you worry. They’re not going to eat you. They might nibble if they’re curious, but you are too big to be fish food. Your splashing will likely scare them off.”
Sharky gave him a look like he didn’t believe his Master. He was really thinking about it. Buck sighed. Well, considering how much Sharky barked at the moths by the camp last night, this shouldn’t have surprised him.

“Ok, I think I know what to do.” Bucky went back to the moss ledge and ruffled in his bag for a cookie. “Hey – hey Sharky, Look what I got.”
Sharky looked up. He began to wag his tail and made an ‘arf’ sound.
“No, stay. Stay. Sit, Good boy. You want a cookie huh?”
“Arf arf!”
“But you’re not being a good boy are you? You begged me to come out here after you saw this swimming hole online, and you won’t even get in. So I think you don’t really deserve this cookie.” Buck crumbled a bit in his fingers and threw it into the swimming hole.

Sharky went mental at his Master disgracing the cookie. He paced back and forth in frustration, ‘roooo’ing up a storm.
“Roo roo roooo!”
“Yep, the fish are going to get the cookie. I was going to give you one for being brave and trying new things, but since you’re not in the swimming hole to get it, the fish are going to eat it instead.” He threw another piece in.
“ROOOooooooooo!”
Buck smothered a laugh. The desire of Sharky’s physical body was clashing with his mental block “I have half a cookie left.” He broke off another bit and dangled it over the water. “I think the fishies liked the last bits…”

Sharky looked up at the half of the cookie and whimpered. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He turned around, and while looking over his shoulder a thousand times, gingerly slid into the swimming hole backwards. He paused, as if to make sure the fish weren’t going to attack, then he slid down to his waist.

Buck watched from his perch up on the mossy rock. “Oh that’s a good boy!” he said. “Yeah, look at you go! You’re halfway in! Yeah, that’s it. Come here, come get the cookie!”

Sharky glanced at the water, just to be safe, but Master was right – the fished moved away from him. Sharky stuck to the wall and circled the pool, finding fingerholds in the rocks. He stopped right under where Master Buck was sitting, smiling. “Good boy.” Buck lowered his fingers and Sharky lifted himself out of the water to grab the cookie with his teeth. “Arf!” He used wet fingers to push it in his mouth and devour it. “Arf arf!”
Buck gave him another cookie for being adorable. “That’s all for now. Go swim. Go play, boy.”

“Arf arf!” Deciding the cool water actually felt pretty good against his body, Sharky got bold and dog paddled in circles. Buck watched him explore and navigate, experimenting with diving down first and then with floating on his back.
Buck found this delightful to observe. He felt strangely content. Life was pretty great. He snacked on dried fruit and took plenty of pictures of Sharky for his scrapbook.

The heat began to get to him though, and Buck walked down to the pond and joined his pup. When he showed Sharky the tennis ball he pulled out from behind his back, Sharky’s enthusiasm for the water -and water fetch- returned. He forgot all about being scared.

Hell, Buck had a hard time getting Sharky out of the water and had to reach for the cookies again.

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Captions are fictional. Captioned with permission. OP is @the-furry-bin. This nudity-allowed gay campground really exists in British Colombia, Canada. It’s called Shadow Falls Gay Campground.

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“Squirm all you want, your dick is still getting locked up. You knew the rules, and I warned you when you were towing the line, but you still disobeyed me. I don’t know why you look so surprised that I’m actually following through on my word. Did you really think this was some sort of role play? You signed the contract. You’ve been spanked before for breaking the rules. What delusional world were you living in where you thought I was bluffing about lock up?” Master laughed. “Well, you and reality are about to get acquainted.”

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dailypleaselikeme:

Nailed it.

“…Does that mean I still have to get out of bed? Things are pretty ace right now.”
“Mn. Eventually. But it doesn’t matter where we are, I will still love you. Close by, or from a distance, across the table, or cuddled up to you in bed – I will still be loving you. And you take that love, and wear it like armor, ok? And no matter how shitty your day is, it’s just D4 damage. It’ll roll right off.”
I chuckle. “Nerdy and completely sweet. So like you, Atherton. You make my heart just hurt with how much I love you. “
“I’m sorry. If I kiss you more, will it make it stop hurting?’”
“Nmmn no, I like this feeling. But you can keep kissing me anyway…”
“Well, if I must…”

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Captions are fictional. What series is this from? D4 damage is a reference to Dungeons and Dragons, referring to damage done from a small object.

by ccallenreese

Continuation of this.

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Killian shoved Tobias to the bed and undressed him impatiently, throwing clothes over his shoulders. He pounced on top of the man, straddling him and pressing his weight on top of Tobias’s smaller, wiggling form.
“Woah honey you are aggressive,” Tobias managed to say between Killian assaulting his mouth with kisses.
“I just want you,” Killian explained, “and you need this.”
“I do not need-”
Then Tobias felt Killian’s hand around his cock. He gasped and arched up his hips. “Ok maybe that feels pretty good.”
Killian snorted and gathered them both in his hand. He settled between Tobias’s legs and frotted against him hungrily, enjoying the feeling of his partner hardening in his grip. He continued kissing his lover and marking him with love bites as the space between them grew warmer and wetter.
“I’m going to cum,” Tobias mewled, already perspiring at the temples.
“Not yet, baby,” Killian purred in his ear. “Grab me the lube out of the drawer.”
“Yeah ok,” Tobias said quickly. “Just don’t stop touching my cock.”
Killian smirked and swiped his thumb across the weeping slit.
Tobias hissed. “Ah!”
“Grab it babe.”
Tobias reached over his head, pulling the nightstand drawer open and rummaging around. He tossed the bottle to Killian, and Killian noticed the lube on the lid was dry. Was when the last time he’d fucked Tobias? God, had it been three weeks? They would never make it through parenting a newborn at this rate. Killian made quick work of lubricating himself and Tobias, noting out loud how tight Tobias had become.
“You like me tight?” Tobias asked.
“Oh I still remember what it was like fucking your virgin ass – so tight, so sweet, you pulled me in so deep,” Killian said as slid his digits in and out of Tobias.
Tobias whimpered. “I loved that night. It hurt, but you were always the best fuck I ever had.”
Killian momentarily stopped what he was doing. “I loved it too. But the best? Seriously? You think so?”
Tobias blinked at his partner, eyes glazed. “Yeah. The best. Cause it was you.”
Killian swallowed the lump in his throat. “I’m glad you called me up again after college.”
“You can thank tequila for that,” Tobias said, matter of factly.

Killian laughed and prepared to breach his partner. He parted Tobias’ legs and got between them, pushing himself in in one go. Tobias cried out, and Killian gave him more. Killian dug in his toes and slammed into Killian as hard as he could, driving his hips at an unrelenting pace, aiming to his prostate from step 1. Tobias moaned and spread his toes, the muscles in his thighs tight and taut. “Yes! Yes! Don’t stop, don’t stop Killy, don’t stop don’t you stop!”

“I won’t! I won’t!” In the back of his head, Killian knew he should be concerned about waking up Abigail, but she hadn’t made a peep on the baby monitor and decided to test his luck. A bead of sweat dripped onto Tobias’s chest.
“Cum for me baby!” he demanded, stroking Tobias’s leaking cock.
“Yes – yes!”

Tobias made a perfect ‘o’ with his mouth. He made not a sound but a barely audible little squeak, and white fluid pooled on his belly. They came at exactly the same time, then their bodies went limp against each-other.
“Holy shit,” Tobias breathed.
Killian wrapped his arms around his partner. “Mmmnn you feel so good clenching around me…I feel like I came a swimming pool.”
“Damn sure felt like it too.” Tobias sighed. “Fuck that felt so good. Oh, damn, Abigail – we should really check on her.”
Killian slid out of Tobias and stroked himself lazily. “I’ll do it.”
“No I want to.”
Killian smirked. “Honey you won’t be able to stand up. “
“Well I never,” Tobias huffed, pretending to be more indignant than he was.

Killian pulled on his boxers, ignoring his wet dick between his legs. He made a fast circle then came back to the room.
Tobias was drinking a glass of water from the bathroom. “She ok?”
“Sleeping on her stomach like an angel.”
Tobias smiled. “Good. I wonder what upset her so much. Maybe I upset her…”
“Who knows. She’s a baby. She’ll tell us if something continues to bother her.” Killian eyed a naked Tobias.
Tobias glanced at him over the cup of water. “Wanna go again?”
“Again,” Killian asked.
“Again. You were right. I did need a fucking. And that wasn’t enough. They say you should nap when your baby does, but my boy ass needs another round. You up for it?”
Killian pushed his boxers down immediately. “Get over here and get back on the bed.”

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Part three.