Sean Michael Velvet Glove Volume I

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skin. Jester arched into his touch, his pet growing more wanton as they spent time together.
Mmm & He rubbed, kisses long and lazy and heated.
Jester s fingers slid across his nipples, the touches still shy, but far surer now than they d
been. He arched, mirrored the touch, letting Jester find a peace in their lovemaking, letting Jester
find a home.
Jester s sweet gasps filled the air, his pet s hips pushing against him as they touched each
other.
He undressed Jester easily, wrapping them together in the blanket, moaning as their skin
rubbed. So sweet.
You make me feel good, murmured Jester, eyes gazing up at him adoringly, body
moving eagerly.
I love you. They moved together, his hand on Jester s hip, encouraging.
Oh, Hawk. I think I love you, too. Jester s mouth found his, the kiss a little wild as his
Pet writhed against him.
They moved together, heat and passion overwhelmed everything else.
Hawk! Jester called out his name, fingers sliding to dig into his skin, holding tight as
heat sprayed between them.
He groaned, pushing along slick, hot skin a few times before coming, hands holding
Jester close.
Jester kissed his chest and cuddled against him. Thank you, Hawk. For everything.
Thank you for coming home, Pet. He hugged Jester tight, nuzzling. Come on. Let s go
to bed. I ll message work and we can get some sleep.
That sounds so wonderful, Hawk. Jester rubbed against him. I shouldn t feel guilty
that I m kinda glad she did it, should I?
Guilt is a waste of energy. Let s just be glad we re together, yes?
I can do that. Jester threw those thin arms around his neck. I am so glad we re
together.
I am, too, Jester. He stood, lifting Jester easily. Let s go to bed, pretty.
Anything you want.
He nodded, turning the lights off and quickly calling them in before wrapping them both
in the bed, curling around his Pet with a purr.
Jester was soon asleep in his arms, breath softly brushing his skin. He followed Jester
into dreams, continuing to touch and stroke, easing the tension from his Pet. Jester was home
now.
That was what mattered.
Chapter Twelve
Jester sat up with a gasp, blinking against the sun shinning in his eyes. Oh, he was late for
work! Why hadn t his alarm woken him? Why hadn t & Oh.
Oh.
His alarm hadn t woken him because he was in Hawk s bed. And he didn t have to go to
work today. Neither of them did. Smiling, he lay back down, snuggling into Hawk s warmth.
This was for always, this waking up together and snuggling into the soft, warm skin. How
did he get to be so lucky? It didn t matter; he was just going to enjoy it.
Hawk murmured softly, one strong arm wrapping around him, holding him closer.
Oh, that felt good, so wonderful to know that Hawk would reach out for him, hold him,
even in sleep. He slid his hands over the sleep-warm skin, making a happy noise.
That made Hawk smile, face happy, still sleeping, but happy because of him. He loved
that he could make Hawk happy so easily. Hawk had given him so much, made him feel so many
wonderful things.
He watched his hands, fingers tracing the muscles of Hawk s chest and belly. Such nice
muscles. A soft chuckle sounded, Hawk s belly rippling. He giggled, stroking his fingers over
Hawk s belly again.
Those dark eyes opened, shining at him as Hawk s fingers caught his own. I like waking
up to that noise.
He giggled again, fingers twining with Hawk s. And you re ticklish!
Am not. He got a wink, Hawk rolling atop him with a grin.
You are, too! He got his fingers away from Hawk s and tried to slide them in between
them, but Hawk was too heavy, so he settled for fluttering touches along Hawk s sides and up his
ribs in an attempt to find another ticklish spot.
Hawk leaned down, kissing him thoroughly, black hair falling around him like a curtain.
His search got lost in that kiss and he fed a moan into Hawk s mouth, body alive and tingling
beneath Hawk.
Hawk moved them together, cock hard alongside his. It felt so good, to have this be easy,
loving each other, rubbing together. He slid his hands over Hawk s back, enjoying the long line
of smooth skin and the rounded buttocks. He squeezed them, feeling them move, matching the
glide of Hawk s cock with his.
Pretty Pet. Hawk moved faster, purring into his lips.
Your pet, Hawk. He moved, meeting Hawk s movements, happy shivers going through
him.
Mmm & yes. Mine. Hawk moved faster, hands cradling him as their skin slapped. The
pleasure and possession in Hawk s voice made him shiver, made his cock jerk and throb.
Come for me, Pet. Let me feel you.
Oh!
Yes, Hawk, he whispered as his body shook. He didn t think there was anything he
wouldn t do for Hawk.
Hawk hummed, body sliding together with his. He came, pushing up into Hawk, those
brown eyes all he could see.
He was given a long, slow kiss, good morning whispered into his mouth. He wrapped
his arms around Hawk s shoulders, smiling into their kiss.
Oh yes, it was a very good morning.
Chapter Thirteen
Kestrel bounced up to Hawk s door, pleased and happy. Dear Hawk had stopped by today
and explained poor little Jester s situation and asked if he could go visit Jester, share midday
meal with the boy while Hawk did some errands, some shopping, some things.
Well, of course, he could!
Poor little Jester.
Well, only sort of, because Hawk was a love and so, not that poor. Not really at all.
Kes buzzed, hands filled with sandwiches and crisps and two bottles of fizzy juice and
the things Jester would need to sign.
After a moment, the door opened and there was Hawk s Jester, looking shy and quiet, but
also quite happy. Hawk isn t here he ll be back later.
I know. I m Kestrel, Hawk s friend. I brought lunch! He grinned at the sweet thing. I
thought we could eat and put your palm prints on the locks and stuff. He stopped by and spoke
with me this morning. I m so glad you got to come and stay. He looks so happy.
Oh. Oh, hi Kestrel. Jester gave him a shy smile. I m glad, too.
Jester stepped back. Come in.
He bustled in, bringing the food to the little table. Hawk said you liked meatball
sandwiches, so that s what I brought. Moffat made them for us himself. Have you met him yet?
He s a bit gruff, but dear.
No, I ve only really met Desmond and Connor. Jester was blinking at him, looking a
touch overwhelmed.
Oh, Desmond is one of Hawk s best friends and Connor is a good man. Sit! Eat! He [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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