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“This is what you’re good for, isn’t it?” Wilder whispered, pressing a wet kiss against Merrick’s ear. “Good for fucking. You were built for this.”

Above him, Merrick shuddered. Wilder already knew Merrick’s body well enough to know they were both close to coming. Middle-of-the-night sex was never something that lasted long—unless he wanted it to. There was a time and a place for a late night slow fuck, and Merrick’s first night as his official…whatever they were, was not it. Wilder wanted to save that for after they’d been tested, for when Merrick could come inside of him and fall asleep still joined, their bodies tangled together until sleep took them a second time…or a third.

“I’m close,” Merrick warned.

“Me too.”

Wilder stroked himself with fingers still slippery from the lube he’d used to prep himself. He came like that, with his hand smashed between their stomachs, Merrick’s teeth bared against his temple. He cried out Merrick’s name as his body seized, pressure building and expanding in his chest until there was nowhere left for it to go. Merrick came right after him, body tensing and going still as he pumped his load into the condom.

For a while, neither of them moved. Wilder’s leg was still hiked up on Merrick’s shoulder, and that was the first part of his body to move. Merrick lowered his leg slowly, fingers caressing over the trembling muscle before he pulled out and rolled off of Wilder.

Wilder moved next after that, reaching over and taking the condom off Merrick’s still pulsing cock. He tossed it onto the floor—a problem for the morning—then pulled Merrick’s body against his. He was still breathing hard, they both were, but waking Merrick up to fuck was the right decision for a thousand different reasons.

“That was a good one,” he whispered into Merrick’s ear.

“So good.” Merrick’s words were slurred, with sleep or pleasure, Wilder wasn’t sure.

Wilder searched out Merrick’s cock and curled his fingers around the still half-hard shaft and stroked him lazily until his tip leaked again.

“Keep this hard in case I need it again,” he said.

Merrick moaned, nodded against his chest.

Wilder kissed the back of his head and closed his eyes, and it wasn’t long at all before they were both once again, sound asleep.

Morning came too soon, and Wilder woke to find the other side of his bed empty and cold. He rolled onto his back and stretched his legs, kicking down the sheets until they fell off the bed entirely. The room was bright with sun, but not enough to indicate he’d slept the day away. The smell of bacon reached him before the sound of it frying, and a soft smile took up residence on his face.

Of course, Merrick had gotten up before him.

Of course, Merrick was making him breakfast.

He flung his legs out of bed and stood, stretching his arms overhead until his back cracked. Wilder grabbed a pair of gym shorts from his dresser, realizing the condom from their middle-of-the-night fuck had been picked up. The wrapper was also missing, the lube not on the nightstand where he’d left it. He opened the top drawer, finding it where it belonged. Wilder fought back a surge of emotion when he saw the neatly folded pile of Merrick’s clothes on the corner of the dresser. Everything was clean, everything in its place.

Of course, Merrick had cleaned up their mess.

That was what submissives did, and Merrick was one whether he understood the implications of that or not. Therewas something so perfect about it, Wilder either wanted to cry from happiness or suck Merrick’s cock until he couldn’t take it anymore. He wasn’t sure which, but the latter sounded like a great way to start the weekend.

Wilder stopped in the bathroom to piss and splash some water on his face, finding their towels from the night before in the hamper and two fresh ones in their place on the rack. He rubbed the center of his chest as he padded barefoot into the kitchen, but there was nothing that would have prepared him for the sight of Merrick making him breakfast.

After the night they’d shared…the things they’d talked about and the things they’d done, and Merrick had not only stayed, he’d taken to it like a fish to water. He stood in Wilder’s kitchen wearing nothing more than a pair of underwear, bruises shaped like Wilder’s fingers visible against his thighs. Arousal tingled down Wilder’s spine, and he cleared his throat from the doorway to announce his arrival. Merrick jumped and turned, expression startled even though it very quickly settled into a tender smile.

“You’re up,” Merrick announced.

“So are you. How long?”

Merrick gestured dismissively to the full pot of coffee and the bacon frying on the stove. The toaster popped up two slices of toast and Merrick’s cheeks turned a perfect shade of pink.

“Half an hour maybe.”

There was a bulge between Merrick’s legs.

“Did you wake up like that?” Wilder asked.

“You told me to keep it hard.”

Wilder had to fight to stop his eyes from rolling back at the quiet and sincere admission.

“And how did you do that?”