“Morning, baby.”
Blake’s raspy voice startled Justin out of his reverie. He smiled at Blake and pressed a gentle kiss on his boyfriend’s lips, morning breath be damned, before resting his head on his man’s firm, muscular chest.
“Good morning, stud.”
“Are you okay?”
Justin could feel himself blushing. He knew what Blake was asking about.
“Sore, but I’m good.”
“Excellent. Wish I can fuck you again, but you’re fucking insatiable. I really want to fuck you so bad, but you’ve drained my balls dry, and I’m no longer a young stud. I’m almost forty years old. I can’t keep up with you, babe.”
Justin chuckled. “It’s fine. Maybe later tonight.”
Blake snickered softly. “Sure thing. You can bet your sweet ass on that.”
“Cool.”
“Should we get up and take a shower? I’m starving, and I really need some sustenance to replenish all of my energy.”
Justin grinned at Blake. “Sounds great. Why don’t you head into the bathroom first? I need another minute or so.”